Chapter 1328: Get Lost! You’re Scary!

"Well, let's first enter it and register everyone as members," Zamura said, leading everyone through the flight of stairs.

The moment they entered the sect, through his input, the sect's formation recognized them as members, engraving the sect's mark on their foreheads. 

"Meet Alfa and Azra, the sect stewards. All your necessities, whether it is to gather materials or assistance in forging, refining, and so on, they are capable of everything," Zamura told them, pointing at the Monster Geckos in human form. "However, it's a pity that their cultivation peaks at the Nascent God Realm." 

"How… is this possible?" Zualin was shocked. "No race born in the God Realm has any innate restrictions."

"You know about the Predominated Vines, right?" Zamura asked. 

"Yes, I heard that they're actually the product of some ancient cultivator that had died there and failed to revive. The remains of his Spiritual Incarnation formed that region," Zualin nodded as he replied. 

"This is something similar. They're a race called the Monster Geckos and are the product of one of our founding Elders, Feifei." Zamura pointed at Feifei after that. 

"All of them are part of your ability?" His eyes widened in shock, asking, "Is there no limit to this ability?"

"My resources are the only limit." Feifei smiled contently in response. 

'They don't even need any mortal disciples. Every single one of these Monster Geckos are strong. On top of that, some are powerhouses among the mortal level.' As he observed their strength, he was internally shaken. 'So, this is their true strength.'

He then recalled Zamura's words that he would be shocked daily, internally sweating.

"New recruits for our sect?" Upon seeing the commotion, Gegrafikan exited the library, gazing at the group that accompanied Zamura, smiling in joy upon seeing their strength.

His gaze then fell on Faunkill, frowning for a couple of seconds before his eyes lit up, asking, "Immortal Severance Primal God?" 

"You know me, sir?" Faunkill asked, surprised when he noticed that he addressed the other party with respect automatically, despite him only being at the God Trial Realm. 

"I passed through your Land Incarnation pretty recently. I learned about you then," Gegrafikan said. 

"Who is he? He triggers my sense of danger for some reason?" Zualin contacted Zamura through Divine Sense. 

"He's from the legendary Spirit Aberrant race, one that has overcome their racial limit." Zamura smiled, surprised when Zualin's face paled in response before his knees turned weak. 

"Are you okay? If you're injured, I can check and treat your injuries." Gegrafikan extended his hand, approaching Zualin. 

"Mom, save me!" Zualin shrieked in response, erupting with his strength as he vanished from the spot, reappearing at the sect's entrance, trying his best to remain steady, but was unable to control his body. His legs danced like a startled cat, trembling nonstop like he was caught in the midst of snow. 

The expression of fear etched on his face was apparent. 

Spirit Aberrant!

It was a frightening race that was casually capable of growing to the peak just by eating up cultivators. Any technique used by immortals to target Spiritual Incarnations, not to mention the very existence of Spiritual Incarnations, was derived from this race. 

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Normally, the Spirit Aberrant was a faulty race, unable to revert to their human form if they took on their demon beast form. So, as long as one wasn't caught up within the range of the Land Aberrant, they could attack from afar and deal with it. 

Moreover, no matter how terrifying their accumulation increased, they were trapped in one location. After all, they were only able to use their racial ability while in their Spirit Aberrant form. 

As mindless monsters, they were unable to reach the Semi-God Realm. So, immortals wouldn't ever be threatened by their existence. Even if they somehow got lucky to become immortal, they were still stuck to the same location, the only difference being that they would not be stuck to one spot in the air instead of the ground.

Plus, passing immortals would spread the news upon discovery and get rid of them out of fear. 

However, the one before Zualin wasn't at the Nascent God Realm but at the goddamn God Trial Realm. This meant that not only had Gegrafikan solved their race's problem but had also reached the status as an immortal, showing that he was able to cultivate normally now. 

Zualin once had the bad luck to run into a Land Aberrant when he was a mortal. That was the worst memory that haunted him even to this day, a scene where thousands of Nascent God Realm cultivators charged at a lone thrashing Land Aberrant and were quickly devoured whole. 

It also took the sacrifices of a dozen immortals before the Land Incarnation was put to rest. It was a nightmarish scene as a river of blood flowed over the land.

"You mean to say that horror would be replicated again now? This time, even more terrifying?" Zualin panted, unable to control himself as his Godly Energy began to run out of control, flailing around. 

Tianal, Boldak, and the five other Primal Gods hurriedly surrounded Zualin, erecting a barrier to prevent the surroundings from being damaged.

A rampaging Primal God was no different from a calamity, after all. 

Of course, that wasn't all. Zualin was so caught up in his nightmares that his Godly Energy was spilling out like a gushing volcano, splashing over everywhere it could move. 

"What happened to him?" Zamura shouted in alarm, unwilling to see one of the hard-earned Primal Gods he had brought to his sect die just like this. 

"Let me help." Gegrafikan arrived to help him when Zamura noticed Zualin's condition worsen immediately. 

Thinking of something, Zamura made Gegrafikan turn around and kicked him straight into the Mountain Sect Sub-Realm. "Get lost! You're scaring him!"

"Don't return until I inform you." 

"Let's suppress him," Zamura said as green radiance shot out of his body, countering everything that was happening to Zualin, forcefully suppressing his wailings while the rest of the Primal Gods assisted Zamura, shocked at his display of power. 

"What… what happened to me?" Zualin finally came to his senses, touching his left cheek to see that it stung, swollen. "Who slapped me?"

"Him!" Everyone at the scene pointed to Faunkill and retreated, hoping for whatever the relationship that existed between the two to help Zualin take his mind off things. 

"Phew, that was crazy." A Primal God wiped his sweat as he looked at Zamura. "Strange, what were you talking about that made Zualin behave like this."

"It was pretty simple. Did you see that man I kicked away just now?" Zamura sighed, speaking upon seeing the Primal God nod. "I told Zualin that he was a Spirit Aberrant…"

Zamura hadn't even finished his sentence before the Primal God dropped to his knees, shuddering as Godly Energy began to spill out of his body. 

"Oh, come on!"

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