Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food

Chapter 1671: Chapter 1003: Immortal Clan? Meng Po Tribe?

People say the end of science is mysticism.

This time Liang Yuan truly and tangibly felt that.

Ancient mythology, and in the end the truth actually turns out like this.

It’s really unexpected, yet somehow still makes sense.

What Liang Yuan is most curious about now is whether other Grotto Heavens exist.

The mythical Celestial Court, places like Penglai Immortal Island—are those all real?

“You don’t need to worry about where I came from, you just need to answer my questions.”

Liang Yuan looked at Meng Ting and said in a low voice.

Meng Ting clenched her fists; from her emotions came a surge of anger.

Liang Yuan frowned, suddenly feeling that interrogating this little girl like this was way too troublesome.

With that thought, He casually condensed a Soul Imprisonment Rune.

Planning to directly Control her, imprison her as a slave.

But unexpectedly, when Meng Ting saw this Soul Imprisonment Rune, her face changed drastically in an instant.

“Slave Mark!”

“You, what are you going to do!”

Meng Ting panicked in terror; she clearly recognized the Soul Imprisonment Rune.

Liang Yuan couldn’t help being surprised; He had cast the Soul Imprisonment Rune countless times, yet this was the first time someone had recognized this Rune.

Although she called it by the wrong name, what she called a ‘Slave Mark’ actually has exactly the same function as the Soul Imprisonment Rune.

Liang Yuan immediately asked, “You recognize this Rune?”

Meng Ting, terrified and distraught, said, “This is a Slave Mark, how could I not recognize it?”

“What exactly are you? How can you use such profound Divine Power?”

Liang Yuan said calmly, “I’m finding that asking you like this is just wasting too many words. It’d be smoother to simply drive this Rune into you and make you obey my every command, wouldn’t it?”

Meng Ting was utterly terrified and hurriedly cried, “No, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything, just don’t put a Slave Mark on me.”

However Liang Yuan ignored her, simply flicked His finger, and the Soul Imprisonment Rune instantly shot toward Meng Ting.

At that moment Meng Ting couldn’t move at all, watching helplessly as the Slave Mark instantly invaded her Spirit and Soul Body.

For her, ordinary Physical Attack—in her Soul Body form—was actually nothing to fear.

But the Slave Mark directly targets the soul and Spirit.

You could say it’s the nemesis of her Superpower!

As the Soul Imprisonment Rune merged into her body, a vast will that could not be defied forcibly rewrote her cognition; her eyes shifted from anger and terror, gradually turning to submission and reverence.

The way she looked at Liang Yuan also became worshipful.

“Master.”

She called out hoarsely.

Liang Yuan laughed, waved His hand, and withdrew the Puppet Threads.

“Change back to your original form.”

“Yes, Master.”

Meng Ting’s figure quickly turned from ethereal to solid, becoming a normal humanoid form with a physical body.

Liang Yuan sized her up from head to toe; just from appearance, she looked only a bit over twenty, wearing the kind of clothes an ancient woman would wear, with a completely classical style of dress.

Liang Yuan asked, “How old are you?”

“I’m thirty-one, Master.”

Liang Yuan was surprised. “Wouldn’t have guessed.”

“To be honest with Master, our Meng Po clan is one branch among the Long-Life Species, similar to the Asura clan and other Long-Life Species. Once we enter the path of Cultivation, successfully grasp Magic and absorb Spiritual Energy, we can live for a very long time.” Meng Ting answered obediently.

Liang Yuan naturally no longer believed any of that Long-Life Species crap.

So-called Long-Life Species are actually just those Superpower Users whose Superpowers, after Genetic Ability awakening, grant a huge extension to lifespan.

Yes, even among Superpower Users, their powers differ, the genes they awaken differ, and naturally their lifespans differ too.

In nature, summer insects cannot speak of ice; cicadas don’t live beyond one summer, while humans can live seventy or eighty years.

And rocks, trees and such, without external interference, who knows how long they can last.

Even before the apocalypse, these forms of life already showed all kinds of diversity.

After the apocalypse, Superpower Users awakened different Genetic Abilities—how could they possibly be the same.

What caught Liang Yuan’s attention, though, was that Meng Ting actually called herself of the Meng Po clan.

Liang Yuan immediately asked, “Meng Po as in Meng Po Soup Meng Po?”

Meng Ting smiled and said, “Where did Master hear the term Meng Po Soup? I’ve almost gone hundreds of years without hearing anyone mention that thing.”

Liang Yuan said, “Don’t worry about where I heard it, just answer my questions.”

“Yes, Master.”

Meng Ting quickly grew solemn. “So-called Meng Po Soup is actually a secret technique used by our Meng Po clan: after we condense Runes, we fuse them into special spiritual herbs, allowing us to directly extract other people’s memories, and even rewrite their memories.”

“Only our Meng Po clan can cast this kind of Rune, so outsiders call it Meng Po Soup.”

“But those who really understand know that what we use is Magic, not some Meng Po Soup—that’s just what mortals in the human realm call it.”

Liang Yuan thought to Himself that it really was the Meng Po Soup He’d heard of.

But from Meng Ting’s explanation, this so-called Meng Po Soup isn’t purely something that makes people forget; it’s more like a means to alter others’ memories, and even read them.

“Sounds like a kind of ancient Genetic Potion.”

Liang Yuan thought, the Genetic Potions developed by Yangshan’s medical department, if placed in ancient times, would absolutely be considered all sorts of divine elixirs.

They’d probably even get some ridiculously grand names.

Thinking of this, He couldn’t help but laugh, then asked, “I’m asking you, do you still have clansmen? In this Stretch of Space, how many beings like you are left who can still communicate?”

“Yes, I still have quite a few clansmen, but everyone is scattered across different places, guarding various underground palaces, waiting for the lords of the Netherworld to awaken and return.”

“As for how many, counting us together with the Asura clan, there are probably five to six hundred people.”

Liang Yuan raised an eyebrow. “In this vast Space, there are only five to six hundred people?”

Meng Ting gave a bitter smile. “Master may not know—this Space may be large, but over countless ages, Spiritual Energy has already drained away in great quantities. Being able to sustain these five to six hundred of us is already the limit.”

“We originally had many clansmen, but as Spiritual Energy grew thinner and thinner, fewer and fewer of our people could awaken.”

“Those who successfully awakened would be like me, going off to guard ancestral underground palaces in various places.”

“Those who failed in awakening would turn into all kinds of demons; we call them the demon clan.”

“Even though they failed to awaken and lost their wits, deep in their subconscious they still know the importance of the shrines and underground palaces, so they often run to those shrines and palaces.”

“Those you just drove away were in fact clansmen of mine from long ago.”

At this point, a trace of sorrow appeared on her face.

Very much the grief of a rabbit mourning the death of a fox—sorrow for one’s own kind.

Something stirred in Liang Yuan’s heart; He immediately understood that the altar where Ling Yurong and the others had been was probably also one of these so-called underground palaces.

The Mutant Beasts in those caves were actually the demon clan gone mad that Meng Ting had mentioned.

Liang Yuan asked, “Do you know if there’s an island nearby, with many altars on it, and lots of the ‘demon clan’ you mentioned around it?”

Meng Ting nodded at His words. “I know; that’s territory of the Asura clan, once the largest Asura settlement, Zhaiye Valley.”

“But the Asura clan itself is hot-tempered, easily enraged and fond of killing. When they breathe in and out Spiritual Energy, they’re the most likely to suffer qi deviation and fall into madness.”

“So although a portion of Asura clan members still exist, most of them have already fallen and turned into demon-clan monsters.”

“Zhaiye Valley, that place, is now surrounded by Asura clansmen who’ve fallen into madness. We gave up that shrine long ago.”

Liang Yuan immediately asked, “Do you know what those shrines are for?”