After Using Cheats, I Became The Strongest Beast Tamer-Chapter 561 - 414 Shadow Book

Chapter 561 -414 Shadow Book

During the beating, the Shadow God’s long-dormant and somewhat stagnant mind finally began to clear.

The means of attack from the other side—it seemed familiar…

It appeared to be the power of the Speed Authority.

But the Speed Authority, as far as it could recall, vanished along with one of the oldest groups of Ancient Gods.

Why was it appearing again?

Had They returned? Or had a new Ancient God been born?

No, there was still hope.

A flash of red light streaked across the Shadow God’s chest.

The next moment, layers upon layers of chains materialized in the space around it, densely inscribed with ancient spells emblematic of rules, sealing the surrounding world airtight.

Authority—Imprisonment.

No, it wasn’t within.

The Shadow God’s pupils contracted violently.

Its divine sense swept across the battlefield and suddenly locked onto a cage a thousand miles away—floating within the center of the seal was a purple feather, glimmering with a faintly mocking light.

“Were you looking for me?”

A claw, jet-black and dripping dark liquid, silently pierced the Shadow God’s heart, clutching a luminous purple crystal within its palm.

The five talons clenched tightly as the purple crystal burst, shattering into particles of violet light that scattered from the tips of its fingers.

The Shadow God didn’t even have time to speak. Its crystal core was destroyed, and its grievously damaged body swayed.

The towering figure dispersed like flowing sand. The Shadow God looked confused. “When did you realize?”

Abiding by the rule that villains perish from excessive monologuing, Sìxiàng remained silent, delivering relentless strikes upon the Shadow God.

When the Imprisonment Authority missed its target, the Shadow God knew its greatest trump card had failed.

Its headless body mumbled, “I have no chance left… Can’t you at least let me die with understanding?”

But even as its form completely collapsed, it never received a response.

In its final moment, the Shadow God appeared to understand something. Its body shuddered and froze.

Sìxiàng watched as it disintegrated into ashes, leaving behind a simple black-bound book.

From the outside, it seemed like an ordinary book, bearing no extraordinary qualities.

But Sìxiàng recognized it at a glance—the Shadow God’s Divine Artifact, the Shadow Book.

Yet according to inherited memories, wasn’t this book in the God of Light’s possession…? Unless the memories it had received had been tampered with.

Sìxiàng’s gaze rested upon the Shadow Book.

With a flick of its finger, the Shadow Book was pulled by an invisible force and floated before it.

But instead of touching the Shadow Book outright, Sìxiàng pondered for a moment and then looked back.

The unowned Imprisonment Authority had generated a cage on an empty plain a thousand miles away, with a feather shimmering with purple light floating at its center.

As soon as it detected the upheaval in the Dark Realm, Sìxiàng had abandoned the Imprisonment Authority within its body, separating it and hiding it externally, while placing a feather imbued with its own aura alongside the Imprisonment Authority.

Given the instability caused by the Dark Realm, the Imprisonment Authority derived from it was no longer reliable.

Its suspicions were proven right—had the Imprisonment Authority influenced it, its speed advantage might not have been fully unleashed. If the Shadow God had been given time to recover, the situation could have taken a turn.

Sìxiàng wrapped the Shadow Book in Pure Dark Power extended from its Dark Authority, then casually swiped its hand through the void, creating a passageway between itself and Chen Xing.

Walking through the passageway, Chen Xing quickly learned from Sìxiàng’s account what had just transpired.

“So, the Shadow Book was here all along. Then it seems you’ve finally gathered the materials for your evolution.”

Chen Xing recalled the materials Sìxiàng needed to evolve into the Primordial Darkness.

[Primordial Darkness]

Quality: Gold

Materials: Heart of the Dark Realm, Dark Relic, Lotus All Forms Tree, Shadow Book, Holy Spirit Crystals (ten pieces), Unowned Divine.

The other materials had long since been gathered, only the Shadow Book had been missing.

But as the Shadow God’s Divine Artifact, the inherited memory stated the Shadow Book had been taken by the God of Light—yet here it was now.

Most likely, the Shadow God had hidden this critical piece of its inherited memory, and combined with today’s events, its intent was easy to surmise.

It had intended the Shadow Book to be the trump card for this takeover attempt on Sìxiàng.

But in the end, the Shadow God hadn’t even managed to activate the Shadow Book before its death.

“Then again, perhaps it isn’t truly dead, and maybe this Shadow Book was left behind deliberately.” Chen Xing stared at the book.

At that moment, the Shadow Book, which had been quietly floating, quivered slightly. Its cover opened on its own, projecting divine golden texts into the void, forming a grand, sprawling image—the Dark Realm Origin revealing tampered memories: countless cycles in which the Shadow God had possessed Dark Realm Rulers, fragmented planes wailing in the throes of war… The Dark Realm had weakened over wars upon wars, yet the Shadow God, like an unkillable cockroach, kept returning.

Staring at the displayed text, Sìxiàng was momentarily stunned before saying with a dry humor, “It seems the Dark Realm has forsaken the Shadow God.”

In an instant, it realized why the Shadow God wasn’t able to activate the Shadow Book’s power at the end.

The Shadow Book wasn’t merely the Shadow God’s accompanying Divine Artifact; it was a source Divine Artifact birthed by the Dark Realm itself.

The relationship between the Shadow God and the Dark Realm was rather peculiar—a symbiotic one.

The Dark Realm was originally known in the Exotic Region as the “Shadow World.”

If the Shadow World were likened to a fledgling company, the Shadow God would be its major shareholder and CEO.

Yet this major shareholder had caused the company’s profits to plunge year after year.

The Dark Overlords and Sovereigns were newly appointed executives chosen by the Dark Realm’s will, yet every time, they fell victim to the Shadow God’s possession, and after each takeover, it launched wars against the principal planes, pushing the Dark Realm to the brink of collapse, with countless millennia passing without recovery.

Now the Shadow God had aimed for another executive. If the Dark Realm could talk, it might have long since screamed into its ears, “You’re not just incompetent—you also refuse to quit!”

Out of its survival instinct, the Dark Realm influenced the Shadow Book at the eleventh hour, preventing it from being used as a trump card.

Though even if the Shadow Book had been activated, the impact would have been minimal.

The Shadow Book’s ultimate trump card was called: Shadow Realm Imprint.

Its effect was simple: within the Shadow Realm’s domain, every living being would have a Shadow Clone manifested for a short duration.

The clones possessed all the abilities of their targets, including the clones’ Divine Artifacts and Authorities, which could also be replicated for a brief time.

However, the greatest weakness of Shadow Clones was that the replicated Authorities’ power would not exceed half that of the original.

Since this ability stemmed from the Shadow Authority’s replication, it was inherently flawed. While it could copy other Authorities, the replication was imperfect; if it could replicate flawlessly, the Shadow Authority would have been the most terrifying power.

Sìxiàng had overwhelmed the Shadow God not through external items but by utilizing its Authorities, so even with clones, at most it would’ve been a minor inconvenience.

The Shadow Book floated steadily to Sìxiàng. Sìxiàng reached out and caught it.

“Master.” Sìxiàng turned back to Chen Xing.

Chen Xing understood Sìxiàng’s intent.

“Go ahead, bring out the remaining materials.”

Leading the way, Sìxiàng took Chen Xing to the most central area of the Dark Realm.

A spring of black water.

Thick as ink yet clear as a mirror, two utterly contradictory states coexisted seamlessly within it.

The surrounding hundred meters, once the bounds of the spring, had long since dried up, with cobweb-like cracks sprawling across the ground. Only the palm-sized source at the center still gushed out a trickle of water.

By the springside, Chen Xing planted the two-meter-tall Lotus All Forms Tree, burying the Holy Spirit Crystals beneath it.

As the crystals were buried, the snow-white Lotus All Forms Tree began to sway gently, generating droplets of pristine dew that fell and merged with the spring. The spring’s area quickly spread outwards.

The parched earth, once cracked and broken, started to mend. It was as if the entire world celebrated in joyous relief.

Even small gray blossoms began to appear in the void.

Standing by the edge, Sìxiàng could sense an intangible feedback of emotion from the Dark Realm.

Relief!

Gratitude!

Rejoicing!

If the Dark Realm could speak, it would undoubtedly whisper into the Shadow God’s ear, word by word: “You really should’ve died much sooner!”