Apotheosis

The amount of twists and turns perplexed these Other Shore creatures to the point that they almost went numb from the nervousness.

Nobody tried to escape. All they could do was stare at the fox girl with glazed, frozen eyes.

It was as if they were no longer concerned with whether she would kill them or not. Their fate had been sealed the moment they entered this trap. All they could do was accept their death with dignity.

The fox girl turned her gaze to Zen.

This was her home turf so she had the upper hand but she still ended up defeated by this man. Was it a matter of luck, perhaps? Nevertheless, whether or not Zen got lucky, she was still defeated which meant the brush-wielder had chosen the right person.

She nodded at him pointedly. "You, come to me."

Zen had just recently restored the Chaotic Source Spirits in his body and was extremely on guard, however, her sudden command still caught him by surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You've defeated me, so I will tell you something," she replied.

Zen immediately shook his head. "I refuse!"

He didn't know what was up with this fox girl, however, he knew for a fact that once he left the room and changed into a painting then the strength gap between the two of them would grow significantly. He would completely be at her mercy.

Seeing Zen's vigilance, the fox girl was at a loss with how to persuade him. After a while, she decided to turn her attention towards the Other Shore creatures behind him. "You can leave the room now."

Since Zen was not willing to come to her, then she would have to empty out the room to privately converse with him.

"We're not going anywhere..."

"Those snakes are still guarding outside. If we go out, we're as good as dead!"

"Exactly! What he said!"

It was only after looking at the determined expressions on their faces that the fox girl truly realized how much of a threat they viewed her as.

Truth be told, she initially only planned to spare Zen's life since he was the one who defeated her. However, she remembered the brush-wielder's words and knew it would be meaningless for her to kill these creatures.

"You will leave here safely. I shall remove the Evil Orochis and ensure a safe path for you all," she assured them.

"Really?"

"You're truly going to let us go?"

"You're not messing with us, right?"

Of course, despite her assurance, they still found her words a bit too hard to believe.

Having noticed that their suspicions remained unabated, the fox girl decided to send out a command to the Evil Orochis that told them to retreat from the upper-right corner of t

e fox girl just told him.

Zen's words immediately filled her eyes with disappointment. "If you came to the Eternal Scroll Painting only to obtain a root-level bloodline then I'll just end your life right now!"

The fox girl raised her hand. Her thumb and index fingers were clasped together and the moment she snapped, Zen would instantly die.

She employed the use of a unique Law Power within this channel, a theurgy bestowed upon her by the brush-wielder.

Zen couldn't help but secretly roll his eyes at her dramatics. He truly hadn't met a more unreasonable person but since he knew that she was serious about killing him, he had to submit. He immediately held up his hands in surrender. "Wait! I'll try my best to meet your requirement. If you say that the root-level bloodline is not enough then what's stronger than that?"

"The origin-level bloodline," she told him, finally stretching out her hands. "There are four kinds of origin-level bloodline inside the room at the very end. You have to get one of them. If you can't then I'll kill you."

The corners of Zen's mouth twitched when he looked at her solemn expression. How did things come to this? Now he wasn't even allowed to get an ordinary bloodline, no, he had to get one of those so-called origin-level bloodlines or risk death.

Meanwhile, the Primeval Lord of Heaven was lost in thought.

As far as he recalled, the bloodlines in the inner circles were the most powerful. So long as Zen obtained one of them then he would be qualified to establish a force in Stage Thirty-two or Thirty-three and guarantee the survival of their race.

However, according to the fox girl, there were actually far stronger bloodlines. It was something he had never heard of before.